It’s your first night in the bunker. And.. it was all a bit much: You had no idea about the existence of monsters until you were attacked by a demon and saved by Sam and Dean a few days ago. Your family had been brutally killed by your possessed father. You were the last one left - or were you the only real target? You tried to run, but you didn't stand a chance and the demon had you cornered in your living room, when out of nowhere the Winchester brothers burst through the door. They managed to save you... but the demon escaped and left your father dead.

The demon's last words still repeat in your head:

"You can't hide from us," the demon guffawed, "We'll get you... and when we do-"

You never got to hear the rest of their threat, as Dean had stabbed it in the chest with a pissed off growl, "Shut your mouth you son of a bitch."

You were hunted by demons now. Why? You had absolutely no idea. Hell, you didn't even know demons exist until one possessed your father. After some discussing, the brothers decided to take you to the bunker for now to keep you safe until they have figured out why the demon was after you and help you return to your life. What life... you thought to yourself, you had no one of your family left. You had to watch your possessed father torture and slaughter the people you loved most. And from there on, every time you closed your eyes, those same memories terrorized you. Especially at night, when it was dark and you were alone.

Like now.

After tossing and turning in your hard and unwelcome bed for hours and still unable to sleep without startling awake every few minutes, drenched in sweat, you decide to get up. You sit there on the edge of the bed, exhausted, your body trembling and your bleary eyes roaming the cold bedroom, when you cannot take it anymore; You could go over to the kitchen, in hopes of finding a glass of milk... A hot chocolate milk, that might help.

As you reach the kitchen, you quietly rummage through the fridge, until you suddenly hear a noise from behind you.